[And yet Mettaton doesn't further belabor the point that Hanna might be way off base. He's not. It shows on that stupid human face of his that Mettaton's extremely guilty. Worse, his human biology makes him feel terribly uncomfortable for experiencing negative emotions. Robots don't have squishy insides, so it's weird to feel as if they're twisting in guilt now.
He sighs, wrapping his free arm around himself. This is such nonsense. The human says he doesn't have to justify himself, but yet Mettaton feels like that is exactly what he needs to do.
...To alleviate the issue, he glances at the fake Napstablook as he speaks, and his features soften.]
I didn't...tell him. I left because it was important to me. If I hadn't, I'd never ever feel like "myself."
If I had come back...if I'd just done that, or told him? It would have been okay. Eventually. I simply didn't want to deal with the fallout and Blooky telling me that it was okay to leave. That he'd be alright, and no one should want to stay around him anyway...
[The ghost draws closer, its eyes watering. Mettaton glances at it with an annoyed face, but it's less so than it had been.]
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[And yet Mettaton doesn't further belabor the point that Hanna might be way off base. He's not. It shows on that stupid human face of his that Mettaton's extremely guilty. Worse, his human biology makes him feel terribly uncomfortable for experiencing negative emotions. Robots don't have squishy insides, so it's weird to feel as if they're twisting in guilt now.
He sighs, wrapping his free arm around himself. This is such nonsense. The human says he doesn't have to justify himself, but yet Mettaton feels like that is exactly what he needs to do.
...To alleviate the issue, he glances at the fake Napstablook as he speaks, and his features soften.]
I didn't...tell him. I left because it was important to me. If I hadn't, I'd never ever feel like "myself."
If I had come back...if I'd just done that, or told him? It would have been okay. Eventually. I simply didn't want to deal with the fallout and Blooky telling me that it was okay to leave. That he'd be alright, and no one should want to stay around him anyway...
[The ghost draws closer, its eyes watering. Mettaton glances at it with an annoyed face, but it's less so than it had been.]